TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

[sanjunipero]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Have a little too much to drink last night and send that embarrassing text to your ex?

Did you party a little too hard and send pictures of the wild night... to all of your contacts?

Was 3am when you dusted off the number of that old flame and confessed how much you wanted them back?

Or simply catching up on the adventures that drunk you got into?

Just because heaven is a place on earth at San Junipero doesn't mean it's without any consequence. Be careful checking your phone in the morning, it might have some weird texts from last night.

MAY BE NSFW

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[fucking_kavinsky]

[ Kavinsky's only good for Ronan when he wants something. He's only someone he can fuck around with when Kavinsky's entire attention is on him. Maybe if Ronan realizes that Kavinsky can move right the hell on, he won't be such a dick and won't take advantage of him at every fucking turn.

It sucks when your own bullshit gets thrown back in your face. He hopes Ronan falls in it.

His cigarettes are just out of arms reach, but he's feeling too lazy to reach over and grab them. He's still riding a good high here, and even higher one when he sees the mess all over Ronan's shirt. Their mess. Even if it's gone by morning, Ronan won't forget. ]

Funny, that's what you said before our hands were all over each other. The doors right the fuck there, no one's fucking stopping you.

[He moves his fingers down toward his palm in a wave, as mocking as possible]

Bye, bitch.

[corve]

[ It's amazing how someone as scrawny as Kavinsky -- with his cokehead build and his barely average height -- can make Ronan feel a thousand times smaller than he is and it's even more amazing just how much in infuriates Ronan. His blood running hot for an entirely different reason now and as much as he wants to reach over and beat Kavinsky's face in until he can't recognize him, he's not going to give the boy the satisfaction of hanging around any longer.

If this is the game that Kavinsky wants to play, Ronan will go right along with it. He's never been one to turn down a challenge, and even less has he ever turned down one from Kavinsky. (Ronan hates admitting it, even to himself, but Kavinsky's right, they really were made for one another. One in the same. Two halves of the same whole. Two dreamers and everyone else in the world merely slept.)

Ronan turns on his heels rather than replying, all but storming across the room to the front door and slamming it behind him as he leaves. He doesn't make it more than a short distance away before he leaned over emptying the contents of his stomach into the sand. ]